We just acknowledge and move on.
For me, it has nothing to do with hormones. When the youngest kid is 3-4, I'm like, time to have another baby.
We planned on having three kids. And we had three kids. We were done, plan achieved. Move on to next stage.
And then at 42, my body decided to work on it's own (I only would previously ovulate if I was on drugs).
And we had a 4th. She is my infertility, old age, and birth control fail. She should really not exist. But here were are.
And, I was like I'll be damned. My husband is snipped. I got done with 9 months of breast cancer treatment...but at 46/47, I'm like, I want another baby.
Yes, I know kids are expensive and hard and gross. They are inconvenient. We'll parent minor kids for 30 years. That's mindblowing...think about that, not being able to use the toilet or shower in peace for 3 decades.
If I close my eyes and think hard enough I can still smell baby. I miss all the snuggling. Them staying in one spot, where you put them, for a few brief months.
My kids, though hard, really are quite delightful people. It's only natural that one would want more.
So, we just acknowledge and move on. I actually knit quite a bit, and I knit things for babies an donate them. That helps.
I don't focus on grandkids. I personally think it's bad to assume I will get them. All it does is set me up for feeling upset, heartache, being denied of an experience if my kids choose not to procreate. And I don't want that negatively affecting my relationship with my kids.
[This message edited by secondtime at 5:23 AM, Monday, December 5th]